Lords of Camelot

Dark magic was layered layer by layer around Davian, and he felt his body getting heavier and heavier. Also, the other party used his life to curse him. If such a powerful force could not suppress him, then Anagumas would not have to live anymore.

"Dragon Knight Davian, have you ever thought about why you are fighting? With your wisdom, can't you see the changes that have taken place on this island?" At this time, Anagumas's voice reached Davian's ears. , this voice was wearing away Davian's will like a devil's whisper. Anagumas was not only suppressing Davian's body, he was also torturing Davian's spirit.

"So what if you kill King Vortigern? The future of this island will not change. You cannot bring a peaceful future to this island and allow those people to transition to the next era safely. War - the only War will become the main theme of this island in the future, and you will step into the endless reincarnation called war. You will not be freed from this endless war until you die."

Under the torture of this devil's whisper, Davian's strength was further weakened, and he could feel his body beginning to weaken, as if he was about to succumb to Anagumas' magic.

"So, why not put down your sword and choose liberation? Let this Britain become a dark paradise that humans can never live in in the future, and let this great Britain return to its original state. Come on, as long as you put down your sword, you will obtain eternal sleep. .Are you tired? Are you already tired?"

The sound continued to fill Davian's ears, and he nearly succumbed to Anagumas' dark spell. At this moment, he really wanted to let go of his hand, put down his sword, and choose the eternity called death. Because he knew what Anagumas said was right. There were princes with evil intentions on the island, and outside the island there were alien races trying to survive and empires from the other continent. Even the world was unwilling to let this Britain continue. The island's future has been doomed, and what awaits Davian in the future is endless war and ultimate destruction.

He also surrendered to fate, surrendered to the future shown to him by the Dark Sword, and gave up Morgan and chose Artoria for the so-called rightness. But now, Anagumas once again throws him to the choice of fate. Will he give in to the past this time?

"But..." But at this moment, Davian recalled what Arturia had said to him.

[Come on, Davian. Come with me, live for people, live with people, and leave a future for people. No matter what fate we may suffer in the end, but before that happens. During that process, many people were laughing, and I thought that was definitely true. 】

"But she hopes that we, hope that everyone on this British island - can jump out of this reincarnation!!" Davian roared, and a huge power was passed from his heart to his body. He stood up suddenly and raised the dark sword in his hand high. At this moment, the Dark Sword glowed purple. It felt inside Davian, and at this moment it completely released itself.

This holy sword, forged by the power of creation in the fantasy world, cut through all the dark spells that blocked Davian under his swing. Anagumas was hit by the aftermath of Davian's single slash, and his body fell to the ground in two halves. His eyes were filled with disbelief until he died, unable to believe that he would be killed by such a sword.

After this attack, Davian knelt on one knee on the ground. He held the hilt of the dark sword pierced into the ground with both hands and gasped for air. This was the closest he had come to death since his debut. He didn't have any trump cards, and even the chance to resist was almost completely taken away. If it hadn't been for the last blow that carried out his inner will and successfully killed Anagumas, he would have died.

At that moment, he truly broke through himself. What Anagumas told him was the island's established future, but he chose to believe in himself and Artoria. He wants to open up a new future for this island with Artoria, and wants all the people living on this Britain to go to a new future.

"Huh~huh~huh, I was almost knocked down." He tried to calm down the fatigue in his body, but no, he couldn't just fall down just yet. The battle is not over yet, he must confirm Artoria's victory with his own eyes before relaxing.

"Legion Commander!" Wenchenlieb led his people to arrive at just this moment, and he immediately ensured that Davian was safe. Then he lifted him up. It was obviously a fierce battle to make his legion commander tired to this point.

"I'm fine. Let's continue towards the palace. My king should also have won the victory. Let's go." Just as he said this, he heard a sound like the sky was falling and the earth was cracking. Everyone looked in the direction of the sound. The huge demonic dragon revealed its ferocious dragon head from the palace. It roared upwards, causing heavy black clouds to block the endless sunlight. Davian couldn't believe it. Is that Vortigern's true face?

He hurriedly roared at the people around him: "Quick, quick! Winchenrib, take all the soldiers and exit this Londinium! Run away! The next battle is not for you to participate in, run away, run away !”

You can tell from his voice how anxious he is now. He didn't expect that this final battle would lead to such a big mess. Wenqinrib did not hesitate. He quickly turned around and ran to lead the other soldiers outside the city. Are you kidding me? That dragon is not something that ordinary people can deal with.

Lancelot had just killed Lisuite when he saw this scene. He looked at the dragon in the distance in disbelief. Although he killed forty-eight of Vortigern's assassins in one go, at this moment he rushed directly towards the palace without taking any rest. He must rush to my king's side immediately, and he must not let my king and Gawain face such a powerful opponent alone.

However, the demon dragon actually moved first, destroying Londinium wantonly and massacring those soldiers who had not yet had time to evacuate. When it was almost done, it opened its big mouth and swallowed the soldiers' weapons, corpses and broken rubble.

As it swallowed these things one by one, its body became larger and larger. The raging dark magic flowed in its body, and the white dragon that destroyed Britain was unleashing its power wantonly in Londinium at this moment.

But then a golden light knocked its huge dragon head sideways. That was Artoria's attack. She directly waved the holy sword in her hand and slammed Vortigern's dragon head, trying to lock its actions at the place where Artoria was now.

Gawain felt deeply ashamed at this time, because of his carelessness just now, the king caused the brilliance of the holy sword to be swallowed up by Vortigern in order to protect his life. As a result, Arturia does not have enough strength to fight Vortigern now. This is all his fault.

Arturia fell to the ground, and at this moment Vortigern opened his dragon's mouth, and his hot breath hit the two of them. At this moment, Artoria had no time to turn around to resist the attack, but thankfully, they were not the only two Holy Swordsmen in this city.

The dark swords Yue Dark and Alondette intertwined, creating a burst of blue and purple light. Davian and Lancelot roared and exerted their strength at the same time, swinging their swords in tacit agreement and slashing out a cross of sword energy to cut through Vortigern's evil breath. This sword energy even directly hit the forehead of Dragon Head Voltigeng, carving a cross scar on it.

Gawain finally recovered and walked to Lancelot's side. At this time, Tristan, who was farthest away, had also arrived, and he walked to Davian's side. Artoria smiled and came to the front of the crowd waving her long sword.

"Okay, my knight, let us end this! Let us put an end to Vortigern's dark age!" Arturia pointed her holy sword at Vortigern. They will definitely win.